#curvy
YES!!!!
I'M CURVY,
SO WHAT????
I got a
CHUBBY BELLY and
a BIG OLE *****
I can't help that,
I CAN'T HELP that
I'M CURVY.
CHUNKY MONKEY,
PLUMP AND PUDGY,
CURVACEOUS, VOLUPTUOUS,
To me,
I think that's
SIMPLY MARVELOUS.
There's NOTHING WRONG
with BEING LARGE,
I got it GOING ON, and
I know I'm IN CHARGE.
YOU GOT A PROBLEM
WITH IT???,
That's OKAY, it's COOL,
You better GET OUT
OF MY WAY, or
I'LL ROLL ALL-OVER YOU!!!!
I am not
SLIM JIM, nor
am I
SKINNY MINNY,
I am BIG BONDED SISTAH, and
the MEATINESS IS PLENTY.
There's NOTHING WRONG
with HAVING SOME CURVES,
I'm FABULOUS, and FLUFFY and
JUST FEELING SUPERB!!!!!!
I think that's GRAND, and
I think that's SWEET,
Now, RESPECT MY SIZE,
WE JUST CAN'T BE BEAT!!!!
B.R.
Date: 8/20/2024
Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 1:53 PM UTC
There's not a sun that rises by
That dulls her opulence
For every day my heart beats on
I fancy I'm her prince
My ardent lust may never cease
Mind, heart and soul know this
Black rolling waves with curves so soft
Sign in winter solstice
Indigenous blood with values true
Her traits my soul extols
With duties carried both out and in
She stands firm heart, firm soled
Soiled sanctity is not my wish
For once, and just this once
Entombed in full by your embrace
Your enraptured, enamored dunce
May 2, 2023
May 2, 2023 at 2:43 AM UTC
God made a masterpiece,
God made a masterpiece,
God made a masterpiece when he made me.
I don't need your watermark,
Or your method of strokes.
I've got it all.
I don't need honey pastels to drip down me,
I'm already twice as sweet.
I don't need diamonds to coat my neck,
I already shine as bright as the stars.
I don't need a crown upon my head,
I already know my worth.
I am the daughter of a king.
I've got angel wings buried in my shoulder blades.
I've got halos hidden in my hair.
God made me perfect.
Don't you dare try to color me in,
Don't you dare try to rearrange my pieces,
Because God made a woman out of me.
I've got grace,
Beauty, and
A word filled tongue.
What more can I need?
I've got lavender lily hips,
I've got rose bud budding lips,
I've got a thorn-filled heart as well.
What else can I be blessed with?
Woman is beautiful,
God gave me beauty.
Woman is smart,
God gave me brains.
Woman is strong,
God gave me bravery.
He made me vivacious,
Curvy, curly,
And passionate.
God gave me everything,
Why would I need you?
He made me a Woman.
He made me a masterpiece.
So, why change that?
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 8:15 PM UTC
I would like
To be called lovely
But the span of my hips
Labels me nice
Instead
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 1:12 PM UTC
building news
Scientists discovered a heart lost in the bemuda triangle.
far offshore was a man drowning in love
for sure the ocean was Valencia.
a curvy woman, he rose with tides as his hands hope to hold her.
breaking news
Love is a conspiracy theory formed in the chest like the triangular trade, we are slaves to our hearts. slowly dying in the hands of the ignorant.
in other news
insecurities are like sharks' caudal fins , tipping in our visibilities everytime we hide it.
Love comes when it's least expected.
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
Dear God of Study,
I put my brain in your hands
Help me pass all my exams!
I'll be good all year round,
help my GPA from crashing on the ground.
All I need is a curvy C,
because that's what'll get me my degree.
Help.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 10:44 PM UTC
Dear God of Study,
I put my brain in your hands
Help me pass all my exams!
I'll be good all year round,
help my GPA from crashing on the ground.
All I need is a curvy C,
because that's what'll get me my degree.
Help.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
I don’t need your pity flirts.
I don’t need the charm
that melts off your lips
like ice cream on a hot summer day
right off the cone.
I don’t need those eyes of yours
judging the shape of my body,
sizing up my insecurities and shortfalls
like I’ve got no place to call home.
I have plenty of love in my life;
real and genuine and always present.
I don’t need you to feel
like you can do your community service here.
I am not in need.
I’m not alone.
I never was, and I never will be.
So, I don’t need you.
Never did, actually.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 4:03 PM UTC
You called me Gorgeous
like it meant something to you.
I needed a pick-me-up,
and you were it…
apparently.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 4:01 PM UTC
He is all lines and sharp angles
I am soft curves and extra padding
But it doesn't matter so much
When he's holding my hand
Intertwined and all jumbled up,
Or when he's kissing me
Closed eyes and only nerves
Igniting
How strange to think the knife
Could learn to love the butter
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC
when you are twenty something and haven't
grown out of what your family called “baby
fat” don't worry, because you are still loved
by your body. everyday it wakes you up and
nourishes you, and when it fails to do that, it's
only a malfunction, a button hit wrong. when
you get shamed into wearing a one piece by
your friends in eighth grade, don't panic, because
that swimsuit is killer and everyone you are
with is working it. when your friends talk about
skinny shaming since they have never experienced
fat shaming, listen. when you see fat shaming,
talk about it. when your mother starts shopping
in the plus size area for you, don't feel ashamed.
your body is meant for what it is meant to do.
when you have a panic attack in the dressing
room of the local american eagle for not fitting
into size sixes, calm yourself down, no one will
ever see that size. black it out with a sharpie, cut
it out with scissors, let the tag fly. when you
get ****** into pro-ana sites, shut off your phone.
when you are on your knees with two fingers in
your mouth, close the toilet. when you use ice
cubes as a snack, eat something else. don't
let your brain become a calculator before it’s
too late. when you come into school the next
day, your friends complaining about a not flat
stomach, tell them that the sack needed to hold
parts of your body is not flat for a reason. when
they complain about size four jeans, show them
how you wear eights like a badge of honor, like
your lipstick or your hair. show your stretch marks
as tattoos, show your cellulite as gold, your hips
as the gates to your mansion, and your thighs are
thunder thighs, let them boom down and let them
be free.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 6:28 PM UTC